Eric Cockrell

The Children Of Love... - Poem by Eric Cockrell

sometimes it seems we travelon long journeys as far away fromourselves as we can....before we can find the wayand the means to come home.often, somewhere in the seasonsof our living, love is like that.we become so numbed by the struggleto merely exist, that we lose ourintimate connection....we lose our sense of taste, of smell, our very sense of touch...and it is this loss, if we are lucky, that redeems us, that strips usand brings us back to the basicinstincts of our heart...the storm comes, destroyingall the false images we've worshipped....yet the rain washes our bodies, the very bodies of our souls clean....and only then, naked and vulnerable, without any props... are we able againto know love... to feel, to touch, to taste....and again, through suffering, the candle is lit.